Parents who abuse

Trying to make sense of the truth but there is none. Parents who abuse you. So no parents after all. A life time wondering why ? But then you see there is no understanding. No sense to this truth. The sky is blue today, the sun shining. A smile from my daughter makes the day. Birds singing, clouds drifting. Strong body. Wrecked and damaged. My mind too. Their life time gift to me. Parents who abuse. Hiding out behind their smiles. Their oh so kind exterior. All the trappings laid out. Throw money at a child. All that stuff trying to hide the complete lack of love. Looks so good on the outside, no one could tell they were doing that! Parents who abuse. Their silence is their evil. Silence which runs deep flowing out into society suffocating survivors. Silence is a slow death when your voice is not allowed. The voice is power, the voice is freedom against the parents who abused me. It is they who are afraid. So afraid of the truth. I have already survived the very worst. I will tell my story because they told me not to.